Airport Flow Of Thought

Black cushion seats, thank you.
Morning sun, I am happy to see you rise.
A cement cemetary surrounded by redwoods.
This is my first time at the Arcata airport.
“Ma’am I do not think you have a dog on your reservation”
Busted.
Didn’t think anyone would notice the pup in your carry on?
Alexia has made a blog!
A security guard searches for a phone.
Small airports are where it’s at.
There’s only one gate and two airlines.
You can go anywhere you want if it’s SF or PDX.
I’m the latter.
Heading to Portland in some route towards Palm Springs.